To Appreciate The Little Things

So there's this older gentleman that comes into the store just about everyday. At first I thought he was rather strange, but recently he's started to grow on me. He really is a sweet man that just seems to need a lot of help with his phone and has a lot of stories to tell. I've grown to enjoy these stories very much. Today he told me about his late wife and how he starts off every morning by picking whatever flower is in season in her garden and laying it on her grave, every single morning. He told me how he misses her so much sometimes but he knows that she doesn't want him to hurt in her absence. So he told me how he doesn't take a single day for granted and strives to find the little joys in life that make it worth living, worth going on without her. It was probably, and by probably I mean by far is the sweetest thing I've ever heard in my entire life! Before he left today, he told me that he'd see me soon because my company and my smile was one of those little joys for him (not in a creepy way, but completely genuine and honest). I don't think a stranger has every helped me as much as this man did today, and the truth is he probably doesn't even know it.